#671 - hanging by a thread - for sleep to dream again

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hanging by a thread

for sleep to dream again

 

in the house

all kinds of terrain

cliffs and rivers run

the library extensive

 

one loose wire in my head

travels too

wobble

none know this grief

 

it’s where I get above myself

though no one learns to float or fly

and all this while flat out

 

time wells in the walls

it’s like looking out from inside of a tree

rise filtered light through leaves like paws

whole acres fallow to task

tell me how to run it

 

I greet the scholars on familiar terms

yes, this is overplanting

 

would like to vacuum up the world

but some things won’t shake out

 

day

truth

each under the trouble

over all heads

 

to an open gate

bear that in mind

 

can’t know how things look to you

just holding it together

 

here there roll in like a travelling troupe

gone centuries to now and then

 

birds of a first thing fly